His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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The sound of police sirens cut through the air. I could hear them getting closer, their lights flashing in the distance. I didn't move from my spot by the window as the

police arrived, guns drawn. They approached Nathan cautiously, assessing

the scene. The rogues, battered and

bruised, were being handcuffed and

dragged away one by one.

Nathan reached the front steps and

knocked, his hand still trembling from the

fight.

I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Nathan stood there, bloodied, bruised, and holding the bouquet like it was some sort of peace offering. His eyes flickered to the toys scattered across the floor inside the house. They belonged to

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Oliver. The sight of them seemed to stir something in Nathan, a brief flash of guilt crossing his face.

"-" He started, then stopped. He cleared his throat, trying again. "Doris, I'm sorry. I've been a fool. I know I messed up, and I want to make things right."

I didn't say anything, just stood there, staring at him blankly. My silence seemed to make him more desperate.

"I brought these for you," he said, lifting the roses. "I know how much you love

them."

I raised an eyebrow, the coldness in my voice unmistakable. "I'm allergic to roses.

Nathan blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Sienna told you I loved roses, didn't she?"

I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

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Nathan stammered, his confusion

growing. "Yeah, she-she said you loved them. I thought-"

let out a bitter laugh, shaking

"Of course she did.

the day Sienna had brought me flowers when I was pregnant. I'd

and the roses had

skin itching so badly

hadn't believed me back then,

some new cosmetic

had sided

always.

as he realized

didn't know,"

you didn't."

never listened. You always believed whatever Sienna told you.

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really,"

hand tightened around the boNqNet, his knuckles white. "I'm sorry,

I didn't mean

interrupted, my voice hard

"Get out of my house, Nathan, Or

call the police again."

widened, panic setting

"Doris, please"

"I said leave,"

I

stood there for a moment longer,

I would change

move, didn't

bouquet of

in his hand. I watched as

down the steps, his shoulders

as he was gone, I closed

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against it, the

pressing down on me. The house was a mess, toys scattered

the remnants

in the

time, I felt nothing. No anger, no

Just indifference.

The sight of him disgusted me more than anything. He was clutching that stupid bouquet of roses like it

everything that had

things. He still didn't

never had.

I

the heat rising in my chest as I

told him